Tag: Post Office

There’s a post office near me that I don’t like going into because of one: the employees are very rude and two: it is very small. On this particular day, it had gotten late so I had to go to this post office to mail a special card so that it would arrive on a distinct day. I knew soon as I arrived it was going to be a long wait and I would have to deal with the attitude of the postal workers, but I headed into the post office in a big hurry. I had many errands to run before their closing times. As I entered, I was frustrated but not surprised to find a long line backed up to the door. “Hurry up and wait,” I mumbled, looking at my cell phone clock. My hand was still on the door when an elderly lady approached me, she said, “Sir, I can’t get this copier to work,” pointing to the machine behind us. “It took my money and I don’t know what to do.”